Top 100 Moon In The Sky Quotes
#1. What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.
Giacomo Leopardi
#2. I've never seen a moon in the sky that, if it didn't take my breath away, at least misplaced it for a moment.
Colin Farrell
#3. This is no honky-tonk parade. 1Q84 is the real world, where a cut draws real blood, where pain is real pain and fear is real fear. The moon in the sky is no paper moon.
Haruki Murakami
#4. He no longer had an accurate visual memory of the size of the moon in the sky, and so he could not estimate how many times larger the cloud was.
Neal Stephenson
#5. God put the moon in the sky to remind us that our darkest moments lead to our brightest.
Lynne Ewing
#6. If you have a problem with the Moon in the sky and you are unhappy, change yourself, because the Moon won't change!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#7. Men who had poetry in their soul come silently into the world and live quietly down the years, and yet when they are gone no moon in the sky is lucid enough to compare with the light they shed when they are among the living.
Carlos Bulosan
#8. Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.
Rumi
#9. Truth has nothing to do with words. Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky. Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger. The finger can point to the moon's location. However, the finger is not the moon. To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger.
Hui-Neng
#10. One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror which entirely consumed her and did not leave her until the night closed in catastrophe for she had no instinct for self-preservation if she was confronted by ambiguities.
Angela Carter
#11. Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her.
Marcel Proust
#12. To wish for your own happiness is sometimes coupled with another person's unhappiness. Since I couldn't pray for my own happiness, I prayed to the moon in the night sky for the happiness of the one whose warm hand I held.
Chica Umino
#13. So sweep away the sand an' dry the ocean, an' just pack the moon an' stars up in a cardboard box. And stop the clouds from chimin', block the sun from shinin',an' paint the sky a deeper shade of blue, 'cause my world's over without you.
Kenny Rogers
#14. (...)my love for you is deeper than anything that happened between us. My love for you is the sun, the sky, and the moon. It's the air I breathe. It lives in everything I do. It's better than good. It's everlasting.
Gabby Rivera
#15. Rowdy and I played one-on-one for hours. we played until dark. we played until the streetlights lit up court. we played until the bats swooped down at our heads. we played until the moon was huge and golden and perfect in the dark sky.
we didn't keep score.
Sherman Alexie
#16. Like the sun and the moon, we were always meant to be in the same sky.
Stephanie Dray
#17. This particular evening, a giant yellow moon crested over a clear warm sky, so every fixture, the owls included, was floodlit like a carnival on its last night in town, and moon-drunk roars came from every corner. A perfect night to go out and make some dirty magic. *
Charlie Jane Anders
#18. He drove the car back through the night to Paris. The hedges and orchards of Normandy flew past him. The moon hung oval and large in the misty sky. The ship was forgotten. Only the landscape remained. The landscape, the smell of hay and ripe apples, the silence and the deep peace of the inevitable
Erich Maria Remarque
#19. And suddenly the moon withdraws her sickle from the lightening skies, and to her sombre cavern flies, wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.
Oscar Wilde
#20. If I was a little lighter and you were a little darker, maybe we could meet in the middle and have a real chance, but you're the sun and I'm the moon. We chase each other in the sky, but never meet for long.
H.M. Ward
#21. At four in the afternoon the old moon bleeds radiance into the grey sky.
Nadine Gordimer
#22. Weep slept. Dreamers dreamed. A grand moon drifted, and, and the wings of the citadel cut the sky in two: light above, dark below.
Laini Taylor
#23. Listen to the night wind in the trees, Listen to the summer grass singing; Listen to the time that's tripping by, And the dawn dew falling. Listen to the moon as it climbs the sky, Listen to the pebbles humming; Listen to the mist in the trembling leaves, And the silence calling.
Ruskin Bond
#24. Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning.'
He suddenly couldn't remember if he had known this or not, and it made him quite irritable.
'And if you look' - she nodded at the sky - 'there's a man on the moon.'
He hadn't looked for a long time.
Ray Bradbury
#25. I was out walking the other evening. This fellow accosted me, and asked if that was the moon up there in the sky. I replied that I had no idea, as I was a stranger there myself.
Chic Murray
#26. Look around at the azaleas making fuchsia star bursts in spring; look at a full moon hanging silver in a black sky on a cold night. And realize that life is glorious, and that you have no business taking it for granted.
Anna Quindlen
#27. Gazing into his eyes, I was lost in their intensity. It was like looking into the bluest sky and carrying on to infinity. I felt mesmerised, hypnotised and transfixed all at once.
Pat Spence - Blue Moon
#28. I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,
And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
Muhammad Iqbal
#29. My mind is the sun,
and my heart is the moon.
In the sky between them,
there I am.
Cristen Rodgers
Cristen Rodgers
#30. I love you too, I told him. There was nothing in the world I was more certain of. Not one thing. Not the sky or the moon, not the earth or the sun.
R.K. Lilley
#31. Soldier, there is a war between the mind
And sky, between thought and day and night. It is
For that the poet is always in the sun,
Patches the moon together in his room
To his Virgilian cadences, up down,
Up down. It is a war that never ends.
Wallace Stevens
#32. As impossible, in fact, as keeping the moon ... So I looked down the line at all my friends, knowing I would always remember this. And then I turned my gaze back up to the sky, and put my faith in that moon and its return.
Sarah Dessen
#33. A radiant full moon of silver hangs in the black sky, between the veils of misty clouds.
Moonshine Noire
#34. I see the same sky above me, the same stars and moon, but nothing will ever be the same for me, because I love you." Whoever said love was grand evidently had never been in love.
D.F. Jones
#35. The stillest hour of the night had come, the hour before dawn, when the world seems to hold its breath. The moon hung low, and had turned from silver to copper in the sleeping sky.
Kate Chopin
#36. I wonder at the starry pattern in the sky
Are they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?
Munia Khan
#37. In skies of deepening blue the moon, heaven's queen was now afloat
Colm Toibin
#38. No matter how far away we are from each other in distance, or in time, when we look up into the clear night Sky. We will always see the same Moon.
Adam Stanley
#39. Then the whole range, much nearer now, paled into fresh splendor; a full moon rose, touching each peak in succession like some celestial lamplighter, until the long horizon glittered against a blue-black sky.
James Hilton
#40. From horizon to horizon the sky was filled with stars to within a few degrees of a fresh sliver of moon, a tiny thing lost in the yawn of night.
Greg Bear
#41. With my foot on the water, I feel
The moon outside,
Take on the utmost of its power.
I rise and go out through the boats.
I set my broad soul upon silver,
On the skin of the sky, on the moonlight,
Stepping outward from the earth onto water
In quest of the miracle.
James Dickey
#42. And in her dream Coraline saw that the sun had set and the stars were twinkling in the darkening sky. Coraline stood in the meadow, and she watched as the three children (two of them walking, one flying) went away from her across the grass, silver in the light of the huge moon.
Neil Gaiman
#43. There was a full moon in the starless sky. I thought how rarely I had noticed such things. Some deep failure of the soul perhaps. An inherited emptiness. A nothingness passed from generation to generation. A flaw in the psyche, discovered only by those who suffer by it.
Josephine Hart
#44. The black wolf's curse awakes every time that a full moon points in the middle of the sky.
Pet Torres
#45. The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.
William C. Bryant
#46. Yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink.
Margaret Atwood
#47. The moon, serene and detached in a cloudless sky, did what she could, though so far off, to help them in their quest; till her hour came and she sank earthwards reluctantly, and left them, and mystery once more held field and river.
Kenneth Grahame
#48. She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars.
E. M. Forster
#49. The power of prayer: 'So the sun stood still and the moon stayed in place until the nation of Isreal had defeated its enemies.Is this event not recorded in[The Book of Jashar]? The sun stayed in the middle of the sky, and it did not set as on a normal day' (Joshua 10:13,NLT).
Euginia Herlihy
#50. Terenty comes to them, makes the sign of the cross over them, and puts bread under their heads. And no one sees his love. It is seen only by the moon which floats in the sky and peeps caressingly through the holes in the wall of the deserted barn."
from "A Day in the Country
Anton Chekhov
#51. In the sky, Planet Moon is 239,000 miles away. That's not far when you remember that the sun is 93 million miles away.
Jeanette Winterson
#52. I don't believe in drugs. Attitude is everything. You can create your own happiness just by agreeing to be happy for no other reason and blow the moon out of the sky. After all, isn't that the true effect of medications?
Jes Fuhrmann
#53. In the crook of the crescent moon sits the Holy Lady, with strong muscles and a merciful heart. She kicks her her splendid legs like the moon is her swing and the sky, her front porch. She waves down at Sidda like she has just spotted an old buddy.
Rebecca Wells
#54. The Ides of March. A sky-lidded night plain. A star-loaded sky. A moon without a pond to primp in. A wind without a leaf to tease. A nighthawk without a wire to rest on. A couple without a corner to turn. Her sandals, his wheels, made a popcorn-eating sound in the sand.
Tom Robbins
#55. And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the terrace in the summer sky.
Virginia Woolf
#56. All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.
Dylan Thomas
#57. I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, shining with the light from the sun, and the sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming, the moon's gonna owe it one
Linkin Park
#58. Still, now and then they seemed to be holding behind them the surprising, the magic vistas of childhood - the sudden snow at night, whirling and furring without sound against the window; the full moon and all its shadows on the lawn; the Christmas sleigh and reindeer in the sky.
Rosamond Lehmann
#59. The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.
Sappho
#60. The gleaming stars all about the shining moon
Hide their bright faces, when full-orbed and splendid
In the sky she floats, flooding the shadowed earth
with clear silver light.
Sappho
#61. A full moon rose in the pale evening sky and glowed with a rich white inner light that brought to mind, but perfectly, the creamy inside of an Oreo cookie. (Eventually on the trail everything reminds you of food.)
Bill Bryson
#62. There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Neil Young
#63. A college which does not confer the knowledge of the Spiritual Reality to the students who are engaged in the pursuit of various material studies, is as barren as the sky without the moon, or a heart without peace, or a nation without reference to law.
Sai Baba
#64. Sweet crescent moon, up in the sky. You sing your song sweetly sunshine passes by. ...
Marissa Meyer
#65. What he did do was reach the driver's side door and throw a hand up in the air, punching the night sky twice. And under the fuzzy light from the moon, she could see him smile.
Jessica Park
#66. In solitude we are in the presence of mere matter (even the sky, the stars, the moon, trees in blossom), things of less value (perhaps) than a human spirit. Its value lies in the greater possibility of attention.
Simone Weil
#67. A golden half-moon graced the black velvet sky, no clouds in sight, allowing a blanket of stars to twinkle in every direction.
Gena Showalter
#68. I spread my fingers outward,
letting the knife tip of my
middle finger rip the sky as
it tares a rift in the moon.
A.P. Sweet
#70. In the pale light of the Moon I play the game of you. Whoever I am. Whoever you are. All sense of where I am, of who I am and where I'm going, has been swallowed by the dark. And I walk through the stars and sky ... a trinity of dreams beneath the moon.
Neil Gaiman
#71. As a kid in Africa, you were so connected to nature itself because you went farming, watched the moon out at night, observed how the sky was different, and how the birds chanted different songs in the evening and the morning.
Ishmael Beah
#72. Kolya threw his shoes under the bed and went to the window. There was a full moon, light green and ugly, in the sky. It seemed to be hiding behind the treetops, spying. Its light was soft and lifeless, and its rays were tremulous and mesmerizing, as they penetrated through the branches ...
Fyodor Sologub
#73. The moon was round and white, sitting small at the top of the sky. It seemed the right size to sit in the bowl on the bullet mold. That was what I wished. I wished for the moon instead of lead.
Sue Monk Kidd
#74. Stirless, I stand at the window, and in the black bowl of the sky glows like a golden drop of honey the mellow moon
Vladimir Nabokov
#75. Nature is the guardian of Africa. While the sun lights the African sky in day time, the moon begs the world to help her lighting Africa in the night
Munia Khan
#76. And we held each other in the dark hall and laughed, with the tears running down our cheeks and echoes of our laughter going up the ruined stairway to the sky.
'I am so happy,' Constance said at last, gasping. 'Merricat, I am so happy.'
'I told you that you would like it on the moon.
Shirley Jackson
#77. All the light of the day, fleeing the earth, seemed for one brief moment to take refuge in the sky; pink clouds spiralled round the full moon that was as green as pistachio sorbet and as clear as glass; it was reflected in the lake.
Irene Nemirovsky
#78. Oh sky...I won't ask so much as to become the sun or the moon, just one of the stars in between...
Lucia Jang
#79. Kill us in the clear light on the Moon, where the sky is black and soft, where the stars shine brightly, where the cleanliness and purity of vacuum make all things sharp.
- Not in this low-clinging, fuzzy blue.
Isaac Asimov
#80. A full harvest moon lit the sky. In its glow, there appeared an old woman dressed in black lace. A shimmering veil covered her head. With her back to the old oak tree, she keened wildly. Her cry was carried by the autumn winds and lost on the wings of the nightingales.
AnneMarie Dapp
#81. Sofi could see the lights in the distance, like the stars hanging above and the planet perched in the sky. Waiting breathless by the moon for them to visit in their rocket ship.
Mary Weber
#82. All I can see is you. Why can't you understand that? No one shines as bright as you in the sky I'm looking at. To me there is no sun, no moon, and no stars in the sky, just endless miles of storm clouds and pretty, pretty gray.
Jay Crownover
#83. Well, there is one boy- a boy that I've thought about forever. The sad part about it is that he lives in a world that only exists when the sun has expired and the moon stands alone in the sky- my dreams. Very sad to say it, but he'd the only boy I've ever taken the chance to think about. Concealed
Sang Kromah
#84. The moon is dark, and the gods dance in the night; there is terror in the sky, for upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no books of men or of earth's gods.
H.P. Lovecraft
#85. Above us, the moon hangs like a fat blister on the feel of the sky, ready to burst in a spray of viscous white pus
chap 22.
Jonathan Tropper
#86. No matter where it is in the sky ... No matter where you are in the world ... the moon is never bigger than your thumb. -John
Nicholas Sparks
#87. The beech leaves surged and shimmered in the wind. Far below, a vixen paused to stare up, then melted away. Stars burned tiny holes in the twilight and then a pale moon traced a slow silver arc through the sky.
Laline Paull
#88. September drank in the starry sky with a longing and a tugging and a sigh. All the way up, to that enormous crescent in the black.
Catherynne M Valente
#89. In illness, the world went wonderfully warped, high temperatures turning your pillow to a dune of snow and bringing the night sky, with its daisy-sized stars, so close to your bed you could touch it, and taste the moon.
Lauren Slater
#90. Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of sky line, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand: and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools.
James Joyce
#91. The first time I ever saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and empty sky, my love.
Ewan MacColl
#92. From the distance of the moon, Earth was four times the size of a full moon seen from Earth. It was a brilliant jewel in the black velvet sky.
Buzz Aldrin
#93. No matter where you go, no matter what you touch, there is cancer and syphilis. It is written in the sky; it flames and dances, like an evil portent. It has eaten into our souls and we are nothing but a dead thing like the moon.
Henry Miller
#94. The spectacle of the sky overwhelms me. I'm overwhelmed when I see, in an immense sky, the crescent of the moon or the sun.
Joan Miro
#95. I found myself, unbidden, thinking of the holy fools in the old story, the ones who went fishing in the lake for the moon, with nets, convinced that the reflection in the water was nearer and easier to catch than the globe that hung in the sky.
Neil Gaiman
#96. But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters now. And the sound of her voice in the forest was just like a little tremulous song. And the leaves turn even more yellow, fall is approaching; more stars have appeared in the sky, and from now on the moon looks like a shadow of silver dipped in gold.
Knut Hamsun
#97. In January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses ... lie abandoned by you ...
John Geddes
#98. Perhaps these ancient observatories like Stonehenge perennially impress modern people because modern people have no idea how the Sun, Moon, or stars move. We are too busy watching evening television to care what's going on in the sky.
Neil DeGrasse Tyson
#99. I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.
Willa Cather
#100. He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through to the other side.
Sarah Addison Allen
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